(Minghui.org) When the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started persecuting Falun Dafa on July 20, 1999, the pressure I experienced from my family, as well as the relentless government propaganda, made it almost impossible for me to continue practicing. My husband is a government official, and my son is a police officer. But Falun Dafa miraculously guided me through the impossible and kept me on the path of cultivation.
My chronic illness disappeared within days after I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1999.
My right hand was once scalded by boiling water, causing a layer of skin to slough off. I didn't think much about the injury because I was focused on Master Li's two new articles: “Also In a Few Words” and “Foretelling the Fa’s Rectification of the Human World.” I spent the rest of the day studying Zhuan Falun and went to bed. It wasn't until after I finished my morning exercises the next day that I remembered to check my hand. There was no visible injury.
I showed my hand to my daughter-in-law, who is a nurse. “Unbelievable,” she said, “burns caused by boiling water can take months to completely heal!”
Seeing the improvement in my health and temperament, my husband started practicing Falun Dafa in 2007. He fainted one day, so our son took him to the hospital. All the blood tests were normal except his blood sugar, which was high. My husband and I both knew that Master was cleansing his body.
I was arrested and sent to a forced labor camp for a year and half at the time when Beijing was preparing for the 2008 Olympic Games. The jail cell I lived in was damp and cold. There was no heat even on the coldest days of winter. I sat on a low stool during the day. No bathroom breaks or movement were permitted. I was kept awake, and only allowed to sleep for two hours after midnight. Propaganda videos were played around the clock. I was released in May 2009.
The environment at home had changed however. My husband had stopped practicing Dafa, and treated me like an enemy. He forbade me from practicing, and claimed I had brought shame to the family.
I tolerated his hostility for a while, thinking that he had been poisoned by the CCP's propaganda, and had suffered hardship while I was locked up in the labor camp.
One day, I could not endure any more and said to him, “Stop talking, it is not wrong to practice Falun Dafa. We are innocent! Instead of standing on the righteous side, you are speaking for the evil. You are the shameful one!”
I did not raise my voice when I spoke. He sat down quietly and said, “You are hitting me with lightning.” He never again mentioned me bringing disgrace to the family. I understood that Master had eliminated the evil elements that were controlling him.
My husband's 93-year-old mother lives with us. She needs constant care and reports anything she finds unsatisfactory to her son. In my husband's eyes, his mother had no faults. She is a picky eater, so I planned our meals to suit her tastes.
She often leaves dirty toilet paper on the bathroom floor. One time, she smeared excrement all over the bathroom heater, walls, and floor. I was very upset. A voice in my mind said, “You used to bully her just like this.” I knew I had to pay back what I owed her.
My husband and his mother were helping me to improve my xinxing and eliminate karma. I thought this was a good thing, and I should be thankful for the opportunities they provide. I also felt sorry for those who bully others. So I ended up cleaning the bathroom with a calm heart.
Falun Dafa practitioners from all over the world in 2015 began filing criminal complaints against Jiang Zemin, former head of the CCP, for the countless crimes he committed against Dafa. I also wrote a letter, but hesitated before sending it because I was afraid of repercussions. With encouragement from other practitioners, I eventually mailed the complaint.
“...the thought at that moment can bring about different consequences.” (Lecture Four, Zhuan Falun)
It was my fear that led to trouble. Six months after I sent the letter, my son heard a rumor that our home was targeted for a search. He called me right away and told me to hide my Falun Dafa books. I was scared and hid the books in the shed.
My son, daughter, and their spouses soon arrived. They urged me to deny practicing Dafa and writing the complaint letter. My husband was yelling and cursing at me, and I felt overwhelmed by the chaos.
I remained calm and searched within myself for loopholes. This problem was being caused by my fear of sending the letter. The evil elements were using my previous fear to manipulate the situation.
I sat in the lotus position and quietly asked Master for help. I sent righteous thoughts to eliminate the interference from the old forces and any CCP elements. Everything became still. A few minutes later, everyone left. I believe the evil in other dimensions was destroyed.
The neighborhood police came looking for me in January 2016 to talk about the complaint letter. Only my mother-in-law and I were home. I was not afraid and told the officer the reason for writing the letter, and that persecuting Falun Dafa was wrong. On his way out, he reminded me to stay safe.
A relative of mine was diagnosed with colon cancer, and told he had three to six months to live. I tried to tell him about Falun Dafa, but his family always prevented me from doing so.
One day, when his wife was out of earshot, I whispered to him, “Are you a member of any CCP-affiliated organization? If so, you should renounce it. If you repeat ‘Falun Dafa is good,’ my Master can save you.” He then asked me to help him renounce his CCP membership.
He was happy to see me when I brought him Dafa reading materials. He also wanted to listen to Master teaching the Falun Dafa principles. I showed him how to access and listen to the online lectures.
That was four years ago. He is now healthy and works on the farm every day.
My husband had a brain hemorrhage in 2018. I said to him, “Recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ in your heart, and Master will watch over you. You will be alright.” I begged Master to give my husband a chance. I subsequently thought I saw Master's portrait smile.
I saw many patients like my husband when I visited him in the hospital. They could not fully use their limbs or take care of themselves. My husband recovered, however, and was soon back to normal. He said to me, “I will no longer interfere with you practicing Falun Dafa!”
He had changed. In the past, I had to hide from him whenever I was doing something related to Falun Dafa. He now helps me in any way he can when I am working on a Dafa project.